naija pretty dame? pretty dame in distress? you must think, she really thinks shes something,...calling herself a pretty dame, but i am, really i am, i have people tell me every minute of the day, they say i'm sexy, they say i'm hot, they say beauty is too soft a word to discribe me.... i get bus drivers wink at me, and labourers sitting at the back of a truck catcalling me, and i smile back at them because it makes their day... i'm not proud, neither am i arrogant or close to being a snob, i'm nothing near that, i don't use my beauty to get ahead, though i could take advantage of it to get out of trouble, i've got this innocent babyish looks and a voice to go with it, people say my voice drives them crazy, i don't hear anything near that when i try to listen to what people hear to make them crazy....i love fashion, i'm not crazy about labels, i can carry anything off and make it look like a million dollar...i'm fresh and alive, scared and damaged, sweet and sour, angel and brat, i could go on and on...i've got this dual personality thingy, which is such a dangerous and scary thing to be, because it just doesnt figure who i am out.....
thats me and much more, welcome to my blog, a place where i dare to bare with no old backs, where i try to be real without facing judgement....my world, uncensored, now thats hardcore as everyone just keeps wondering what i'm about. i wish i could direct people here, but i can't, becos i love the anonimosity, hat i'm finally baring myself and not to acquantances...
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